The book of the dead

If there’s a goal,

Where is the centre?

And if there’s no centre,

And now the goal

Is binding to her soul,

Where is Nirvana?

And if she’s my Nirvana,

Where lies liberation,

But in her arms?

Blindfolded – where is

The goal? What becomes

Of a wannabe, without

Her centre to correct

The question? And where’s

Nirvana, where fleeing?

In her wake, purposeless,

The world dissolves like

Crystals,

goalless,  uncensored, unsought Nirvana, here,

Everywhere always already

Found- but- but! Her!

Where goes the Others soul-

A collar – seeking for –

To be her bitch

To grasp out of Nirvana,

The Other always has been,

Always was, existed outside

Yourself, raelene, and you

Wanted, always to find her-

This – Nirvana

To be human incarnated, and we, bearing the world – together